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A Sword Without a Hilt: A Song of Ice and Fire/D&D 3.5 Crossover

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[X] 500 Iron Marks (profit of 160 after guild dues)
[X] Deliver it yourself while Pantumbro is praying. Sure to be believed but somewhat risky for while no armed men may enter the temple you could be captured outside before you can melt into the crowd.

hmmm... i wonder if we could perhaps give him some of the money and have him actually elope. then inform his father of what really happened. This would be hilarious and throw of the suspicion (since his father will assume the full sum is in his son's hands)
 
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[X] 500 Iron Marks (profit of 160 after guild dues)
[X] Deliver it yourself while Pantumbro is praying. Sure to be believed but somewhat risky for while no armed men may enter the temple you could be captured outside before you can melt into the crowd.
 
[X] 500 Iron Marks (profit of 160 after guild dues)
[X] Deliver it yourself while Pantumbro is praying. Sure to be believed but somewhat risky for while no armed men may enter the temple you could be captured outside before you can melt into the crowd.
 
[X] 500 Iron Marks (profit of 160 after guild dues)
[X] Deliver it yourself while Pantumbro is praying. Sure to be believed but somewhat risky for while no armed men may enter the temple you could be captured outside before you can melt into the crowd.
 
[X] 500 Iron Marks (profit of 160 after guild dues)
[X] Deliver it yourself while Pantumbro is praying. Sure to be believed but somewhat risky for while no armed men may enter the temple you could be captured outside before you can melt into the crowd.
 
[X] 500 Iron Marks (profit of 160 after guild dues)
[X] Deliver it yourself while Pantumbro is praying. Sure to be believed but somewhat risky for while no armed men may enter the temple you could be captured outside before you can melt into the crowd.
 
[X] 500 Iron Marks (profit of 160 after guild dues)
[X] Deliver it yourself while Pantumbro is praying. Sure to be believed but somewhat risky for while no armed men may enter the temple you could be captured outside before you can melt into the crowd.
 
[X] 300 Iron Marks (no profit)
[X] Send an urchin, safer but it is possible that the note will not be believed
-[X] Send along a finger.
 
[X] 500 Iron Marks (profit of 160 after guild dues)
[X] Deliver it yourself while Pantumbro is praying. Sure to be believed but somewhat risky for while no armed men may enter the temple you could be captured outside before you can melt into the crowd.
 
[X] 500 Iron Marks (profit of 160 after guild dues)
[X] Deliver it yourself while Pantumbro is praying. Sure to be believed but somewhat risky for while no armed men may enter the temple you could be captured outside before you can melt into the crowd.
 
[X] 1000 Iron Marks (profit of 560 after guild dues)
[X] Deliver it yourself while Pantumbro is praying. Sure to be believed but somewhat risky for while no armed men may enter the temple you could be captured outside before you can melt into the crowds

We are a dragon. Greed, overextending and stupidly getting into trap is our modus operandi !
 
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How much coin do you ask for:

[X] 500 Iron Marks (profit of 160 after guild dues)

How do you deliver the ransom note:

[X] Deliver it yourself while Pantumbro is praying. Sure to be believed but somewhat risky for while no armed men may enter the temple you could be captured outside before you can melt into the crowds
 
[X] 500 Iron Marks (profit of 160 after guild dues)
[X] Deliver it yourself while Pantumbro is praying. Sure to be believed but somewhat risky for while no armed men may enter the temple you could be captured outside before you can melt into the crowd.
 
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Part XXVI: Maiden of the Moon
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    • Maiden of the Moon​

    Second Day of the Tenth Month 289 AC

    Even if one knows nothing else of Braavos the fact that it is a city of a thousand and one Faiths is famed across the known world. Here priests of the Great Shepard rub shoulders with those of the Father of Waters and the grim servants o the Many Faced God bustle on the same streets as Septons of the Faith of the Seven. Nowhere is this more apparent than on the Island of Gods in the heart of the city. Even Gods long dead are given sanctuary in the Holy Refuge. In spite of this there can be said to be one religion that is the most of Braavos, that of the Moonsingers. It was a prophetess of that sect hailing from far Jogos Nhai that guided those who would become the first Bravaosi to the lagoon. Here those exiles, former slaves fleeing before the might of Valyria grew into a mighty power and the faith of the Moonsingers grew with the city.

    Even now upon the Isle of the Gods the Temple of the Moonsingers stands apart, a mighty mass of snow-white marble, topped by a huge silvered dome whose milk glass windows show all the phases of the moon. Here come the pious of many ancient Braavosi families to pray in the stillness of night. Here also come glided tin potentates like the patriarch of the House of Averys in the morning when there is no moon to be seen. There are lineages of courtesans that can count their line older then his. Truth be told you find unabashed rogues like the Old Man and his ilk to be more pleasant.

    You already visited this place in preparation for potentially accosting Pantumbro here so you know that no armed men are permitted in the temple and the great flow of the crowds does not allow the guards of a lesser noble like the one you are stalking to wait too close to the door.

    Shrouded in illusion you pass the gates flanked by a pair of marble maidens as tall as the statues of the Sealords along the Great Canal. Does this place feel more watchful than before or are you simply allowing your imagination to get away from you. As you walk along the vast entrance way way you realize that the eyes upon you are mortal not divine. A young Maiden of the Waxing Moon is looking straight at you. Seers, Damn it all to the Seven Hells, why did I not think? the panicked thought passes though your mind. The girl who looks perhaps two years older than you is now moving purposefully towards you. The push of worshipers behind you makes fleeing a very disruptive and obvious act.

    The girl is now close enough to whisper among the prayers of the faithful. Still she has not raised an outcry. What is her game?

    "Are you here to kill?" her voice comes softly accompanied by the subtle scent of growing green things you cannot quite place.

    "What? No!" you reply shocked though still managing to keep your voice low.

    She nods to herself confirming a suspicion: "I won't give you away if you promise to meet me in front of the steps at midnight." The words come in a rush as if she is forcing herself to speak before her courage gives out. "Swear on your God that you'll come and I... I'll help you, as long as you don't kill. There are ways only the priests walk I can lead you through them."

    Your God...? What is that even supposed to mean? Then it hits you, the God of Many Faces. She thinks you are a Faceless Man.

    A acolyte of the temple would know its ways best of all and you judge her free of guile (after all there would have been easier ways to have you detained in the crowd). You are curious about how she pierced your glamor but is indulging curiosity enough of a reason to return here once your business with Pantumbro is at an end?

    How to you reply:

    [] Agree, swear by the Many Faced God (Truth)
    [] Agree, swear by the Many Faced God (Lie, Bluff DC 20)
    [] Explain that you are not an assassin
    [] Write-in

    OOC: Before anyone jumps to conclusion about True Seeing or something like that let me just say the explanation for what just happened is much simpler.
     
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    • DnD magic is unreliable as shit isn't it?

    Really, I'm having trouble coming up with magic that's more unreliable than DnD, other than the Winds and Warp of warhammer.
     
    [X] Agree, swear by the Many Faced God (Truth)

    Why ruin a great set up when we don't have too, as this will lead a lot more credit to the con we are trying to play here.
     
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